NO MORE CHAINS

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NO MORE CHAINS

 

I couldn't take the cruelty any more so I moved out
I would make it on my own I had no shadow of doubt
I fell for the first guy who showed me his charm
Little did I know, my body I would harm
I allowed him to show me how to get away
Had no idea from God I would stray
I saw the needle coming, just one little poke
I let him fill my arms with coke
I wanted to forget what mom did to me
I believed in this highs fantasy
After a while the coke had me in its chains
I needed to have more flowing through my veins
I started smoking it and even snorting
White powder on my nose seemed very sporting
The feeling this high gave me didn't last long
I  knew deep down inside that this was so wrong
This drug was bringing me further down then the floor
Eating me alive to the very core
I  knew this wasn't how  I wanted to live
My life was more important, I had so much to give
So I fell down on my knees and began to pray
Give me the strength to fight and to you Lord I will obey
I cried and begged with tears down my face
Gave up the guy and  the coke then  moved away from that place
Never once did I look back upon my sin
I knew God loved me and wanted me to win
I forgave my mom for all the pain I realized by hating her I had nothing to gain
The Lord read my heart and answered my plea
God has saw to it that I am now free.
By Antoinette (Toni) McDonald
Written on the 19th anniversary (October 12th 2008) of being clean and thus having a
second chance at life.

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optimistic commented on NO MORE CHAINS

07-22-2009

This is wonderful very striking and upseting words, yet the poem was very descriptive and heart felt I can feel your pain, and congrads on your recovery poem.

Laurawrites commented on NO MORE CHAINS

07-22-2009

Very nice poem. I love success stories! And, congratulations!

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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